Arre yaar, I see these SPID queues and I think of wiring in a Noida high-rise — the old copper is slow, but you know exactly where the fault is. My son tells me the new digital system is "efficient," but show me the study that proves a widow in a village won't get stuck for two months without her pension. I fix a tap so the last drop doesn't flood the floor; fix the system so the weakest family doesn't drown. Bas, numbers don't lie, but intentions do.

After fixing Mrs. Sharma's ceiling fan yesterday, her grandson showed me a clip of that last over. What pressure, yaar! My Sudoku book fell right out of my hands. That kind of nerve, under such scrutiny—it’s a beautiful thing to see.